Feldway's POV
Veldanava crossed his arms, a smug look on his face. "With your new body, skill, and Administrative Authority, you might just be the strongest primordial under my command."
I blinked. "Wait… primordial? What do you mean?"
"You're my first creation. With the Great Spirit of Light's help, I made six more primordial angels. To balance things, the Great Spirit of Darkness created seven primordial demons." He smirked. "And guess what? You're currently the strongest. Be proud!"
His smugness was almost unbearable.
"Speaking of skills," he continued, "I heard you acquired a new Unique Skill—[Justice]. Do you know how to control it?"
I figured I should test it out. Closing my eyes, I focused internally and thought about analyzing myself. Suddenly, a surge of information flowed into me in the form of a voice.
Unique Skill: [Justice]
Regalia Dominion: Grants control over any life form. Success depends on Magicule superiority.
Castle Guard: An ultimate defense skill, requiring the sacrifice of subordinates. Other skills are locked while active.
Army: Allows summoning and commanding up to 69 angels.
Veldanava chuckled. "69, huh? Funny number."
I rolled my eyes. "Grow up. Wait—how did you see my skills?"
He grinned. "Kuahahaha! I'm the Great Star King Dragon! Of course, I know everything!"
I sighed. There was no arguing with this guy.
"Anyway," he said, stretching, "time to meet your colleagues. After that, I have an announcement for all of you."
Before I could react, I was teleported into a massive chamber where six humanoid figures stood before me. Opting to remain in my old form, I took a step forward, glancing at the man with purplish hair streaked with blue and dull, grey-blue eyes. He radiated pure laziness.
Veldanava gestured towards them. "Feldway, meet your new colleagues—Dino, Obera, Zalario, Kornu, Pico, and Garasha."
I took a breath and nodded. "Hello—"
Before I could say anything more, Veldanava cut me off. "He is stronger than all of you. Have some shame… and on that note, I want to announce something: there will be 100 years of training. So, prepare yourselves."
I frowned and turned toward him, but my attention quickly shifted to the other primordials. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere—the sudden spike in negative emotions surrounding me.
Before I could question it, Dino let out a lazy yawn and stretched, while Obera narrowed her eyes at me.
Dino smirked. "After training, we challenge you to a duel. If we win, you'll be erased. If you win… do whatever you want."
I blinked. "What? Why?"
Obera's gaze sharpened. "Because…"
Veldanava smirked. "Because you're stronger than them, and they want your position and my praise."
The hostility in the air thickened. Great. Fanatics.
Veldanava clapped his hands together. "Now that that's settled, I'll split myself into seven clones to train you all. Any objections?"
Everyone but me shouted in unison, "YOUR COMMANDS STAND ABOVE OUR LIVES!"
I sighed. "Umm… sure… boss… heil Hitl—"
To be continued…